Had an incredibly vivid dream last night in which I was playing right-back for Leeds United, at Selhurst Park. I contributed to the build-up play for one of our goals. We went in 3-1 up, although I don't think we conceded any goals. At one point I tried to make a cup of tea, but had to throw my mug and saucer away when play switched sides. As we went off for half-time, I became distracted by a presentation of the youth teams of River Plate and Boca Juniors. I was very excited to meet the River team, especially because the players were all junior versions of recent River legends, including Hernan Crespo, Marcelo Salas, Pablo Aimar, Marcelo Gallardo (I think), Falcao, and someone whose name I've been struggling to remember, but who looked like a young Rafael Nadal. After shaking hands with each of them, I went down into the changing rooms; it took me a while to find the home one (because I was now the Crystal Palace goalkeeper), and when I did, it was empty. I emptied my bladder (the changing rooms were bleak and a third taken up by cubicles), before two kids rushed in to tell me that the second half had kicked off. As I was scrambling to get back out to the pitch, I woke up.
